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i know that even now

ur eyes behold others

settles on the pictures of

women with grace, and style, and soul

the drop of their hair across their shoulders

the sway of their hips in their dances.

i am missing u

as i will for generations

and in a dark sky where our stars would shine the brightest

where we paced the difference

in our own little dance

other stars, now dimly emerging

will start to fill in the spaces

i am already beginning to miss

your eyes, your smile, the tinge in your hair

the sound of your voice, the wrinkle at the corner of your eyes when we speak

that faraway look when you are thinking

that spark of connection when we meet in conversation

that cosmic interference

i am already beginning to miss you like

a memory of old

that is perpetual -

that moment in time in our youth;

that sepia toned photograph we find suddenly in our drawers

which caught us just at the right moment

that mirror of our soul

that moment when

every moment of our lives,

past, present, and future,

came alive.

9.46 p.m. 17 january 2012